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Updated: Oct 11

Anyone found through poetry hopes that their words are felt. The worth of their work exerted from within.

The moods of the masses uncontrollable. What is now most often forgotten by morrow.

I live knowing that one day, hear and beyond, one soul touched with the fervor of my being.

Listen. it knows the answer. . .


we ordinarily listen only to what makes sound.


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